( Or Sucking Cock for FTMs )
By Davey Ethan Wilkes
Parks and bars and bathrooms and
Blowjobs.
Some anonymous man's oh-so-hard cock in my mouth
'Cause, I'm damn good at what I do.
Though I don't do it often enough
See there's always the fear of discovery,
Like discovery could uncover me.
And now—
Now I can't deny the sensation of the
Hard thrust, hard thrust, spasm, softness.
Like it's something more than what I wanted
More like something I needed—
Sexually, physically, emotionally, viscerally
In terms of identity,
Like on my knees is where I was meant to be.
'Cause if some fag wants to put his cock in my mouth and
Pump, pump, pump, moan.
Then I don't need to wonder if I am a man
Because my budding stubble pressed up against his balls
Is more than enough to convince both of us.
Davey Ethan Wilkes is a queer trans Midwestern spoken-word poet, currently teaching at the Bent Writing Institute in Seattle, Wash. He believes that if you're not uncomfortable, you're not doing it right.